do not let the softness fool you
clouds cannot hold us up
there are no angels dangling their feet in the air
and i still want to fly
i've seen it done
teeth to the wind
the suspension of skeleton in a tissue-thin sky
there has never been such a crash landing
such a sound
as the dull thudding of hope leaving a body
finally getting all that it wanted
there is a word for this
a desperation
a tenor of static in the pit of a stomach
a cry that will never be tears enough
and there is no goodbye
no angel
no one perched in waiting at the edge of the atmosphere
waiting to carry us home
Peace Be
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